Silver Jews – Live In Iowa City

“What’s with all the handsome grandsons in these rock band magazines?” David Berman asks on “Strange Victory Strange Defeat,” one of the tracks from Silver Jews‘ latest Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea. “What have they done with the fat ones? The bald and goatee’d?”

Berman is an astute observer, and he probably reached this question while perusing through a Rolling Stone, looking for any kind of acknowledgement of his presence but only finding articles on artists that are half his age and an even lesser degree of talent.

So when “Strange Victory Strange Defeat” came up during The Joos’ set in Iowa City last Thursday night, I raised my beer and gave Dave a shout for our mutual middle-age solidarity.

The nearly sold-out crowd ran the gamut of generations, all of which seemed like they’d be cuddling up with a highlighted copy of Infinite Jest if one of their own wasn’t in town that evening.

I’d heard little about Silver Jews live performances…hell, there’s really not that many performances to read about…and the few accounts I’d come across pointed to an idiosyncratic leader who keeps the lyrics on a music stand and gives little in terms of showmanship. He is, if I were to believe the stories, the anti-thesis of a frontman, someone who is in the unfortunate position of having to brave the spotlight because he is in the unfortunate position of being in a rock band.

He’s keeping a running tally of his performances…Iowa City was number 99…and he’s getting better at them if you’re familiar with those aforementioned accounts. No, there are no choreographed moves, crowd interaction or excitement. But there is no music stand anymore, no hint of stage fright and, perhaps most importantly, no evidence of trepidation at having to climb on to a stage to make his talents known.

Part of the reason must be that his better half, Cassie Berman, is right next to him on stage. As both The Joos bassist and vocalist, Cassie provides her husband with a visual to focus on, particularly during the line in “Tennessee” where he goes “You’re the only ten I see.” Beyond these moments of sweetness, he watched her with love and admiration frequently during the set, particularly when she handles lead. It’s obvious that her presence gives Dave the strength to tackle this relatively new arena: a live setting.

The other benefit that Berman gets is from his backing band, a tightly wound unit of enviable proportions. Too bad nobody seems to notice that, while Dave’s holding everyone’s attention with his words, these guys (and lady) are delivering some awesome alt-country arrangements.

The set was plagued with far-too-long moments of monitor feedback and other technical gremlins. Berman finally addressed the issue in between songs by taking his microphone and interviewing band members about what they thought about the monitor mix. After some polite dismissal of its quality, the troubles suddenly disappear (could this have been Dave’s passive-aggressive way of lecturing to the sound-woman to get her shit together?) and the rest of the night went off without a hitch.

I haven’t been very thrilled with the last two Silver Jews albums, but the live arrangements absolutely stand above the studio versions. The instruments featured a lot more bite and Berman’s monotonous delivery gave everything some additional depth. The resonance to his voice was front and center throughout the mix, and since most of the crowd counted themselves as fans of his lyrics, they were entranced with every uttered syllable.

His between song banter also pointed out the obvious: as smart as Berman is, he’s still one strange cat. He advised everyone to put the date of “11-7” with the same reverence as “9-11.” He never clarified the significance of that date, and I could only guess that it was in reference to George W. Bush’s presidential “victory” on November 7, 2000.

Berman likened his microphone, a standard issue model with a strangely flamboyant yellow windscreen, to that of Match Game host Gene Rayburn. During a raucous version of “Punks In The Beerlight” towards the end of the set, Dave ripped the windscreen of the microphone with his mouth, chewed on it briefly, and then spit it to the ground.

He’d wander behind the equipment during instrumental breaks, give out dedications at the beginning of songs to random individuals, and frequently begin to tell stories only to lose tracks of his thoughts just at the moment the song began. He wasn’t drunk and I think a lot of it was geared as some strange sort of routine. Since it was hard to understand through Dave’s continual mumbles and see his eyes through his large glasses, it was hard to gauge his intentions.

Theatrics aside, the crowd ate it up and responded with abundant amounts of enthusiasm. The closer they knew the show was getting towards the end of the set, the more vocal they became. Almost instinctively, the band began playing with a lot more ferocity and precision and Berman found himself with the unique predicament of how to make an appropriately awesome exit. Twice, the band tried to leave and on the second attempt, Berman called them back out within seconds of going through the rear stage door. The musicians dutifully returned to their post and performed a couple more numbers.

Finally, even Dave himself knew that if he didn’t pull the plug, the club would. The crowd would not let up until Dave promised them that he would return, someday, for another show for his Iowa admirers.

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6 thoughts on “Silver Jews – Live In Iowa City”

Thanks for this review. I love the Silver Jews and have been sorry to miss them when they swung through town. I’m glad to learn David Berman is seeming more comfortable onstage and that his live versions of recent songs rock better than the cd — I share your feeling that the last two (I haven’t even bought Lookout Mountain) aren’t as inspired as his others. He and Cassie do sound like they have an enviable bond… Once, I met David at a reading where he signed a book of his poetry for me, and another time, I wrote to him and sent him a poem I’d written for him. He wrote me back very kindly, saying he got my letter on a bad day and I had cheered him up. He’s had some rough times so that was good to hear, even if he was just being nice. His writing has meant a lot to me. I’m so glad to hear he’s doing well.

I never heard of these bastards until GloNo had the link to their new album stream. I actually like the songs on the new album more than the ones I’ve listen to on myspace. My favorite is “Party Barge”. In fact I often pick up my cell phone or Sven Junior’s toy phone and bellow over and over again “This is lake directory calling Party Barge. Send us your coordinates I’ll send a Saint Bernard.” I’m also intrigued with this fad of suburbsn kids with biblical names. Sometimes I’ll call out to Sven Junior,”Caleb! Put on your crocs! Where are your crocs Caleb?” For those who don’t know know crocs are these awful clog like shoes that look really gay on boys.

Both my son and daughter wear Crocs. My Mother-In-Law was a convert from the very beginning and they are, literally, all she wears. She has given all of her children and grandchildren these things and I always make fun of them. I have resigned myself to the fact that I will receive a pair of them this Christmas. It is my turn, I guess. Mario Batali wears them and, surprise, he has his own signature line of them.

Revise! I got a used copy of Lookout Mountain and I really like it. “Suffering Jukebox” has a great chorus. (At first I thought she was singing “Suffering Jew Boy” — yipes.) “What Is Not But Could Be If” has the flat, deadpan sound of Silver Bridge. Yes!

It’s a grower, and it took a live setting to fully appreciate it. “San Francisco B.C.” is awesome. And since reading Sven’s comment, I’m even enjoying some of the album’s goofier moments. I thought that I may only appreciate Berman as a depressed mope, but this album confirmed that I like Happy Dave too